Hi Everybody!
Hope you are enjoying your weekend.
Today is Elizabeth's 2nd on the 2nd, so I am re-posting a story written long ago, as well as my autumn piece for Art Journal Journey.
It is a hybrid piece, using a quick scene, painted with diluted acrylics, to which I added some ink pen scribbling and stamping to give some details. The face and other bits and bobs were added digitally:
It is a hybrid piece, using a quick scene, painted with diluted acrylics, to which I added some ink pen scribbling and stamping to give some details. The face and other bits and bobs were added digitally:
This is the 10 minute original:
For 2nd on the 2nd I am re-posting a story written way back when I was still working at the Old People's home after retiring from school:
One day when I was sitting in the cafeteria of the home where I work, one of our old ladies came in, very upset and excited, and shouted "Someone has stolen my teeth! Good teeth, nearly new, I've only had them for a few weeks!"
Looking for dentures is one of the tasks which we do on a frequent basis. They find their way into waste-paper baskets, get dropped into the loo, left on benches in the park, forgotten in shopping baskets at the supermarket and left on dinner plates or dining tables. A lot of the oldies regard them as a decoration which is in the way when they are eating, others just find them uncomfortable, or they just get "forgotten". If there is a loud altercation during meal-times it is nearly always about teeth as some residents do not like looking at other people's dentures grinning at them from the table cloth or bread basket. Well, I think we can all understand that. Some hide their dentures on a regular basis - under the mattress, in plant pots, in flower vases, in wardrobes, in other people's pockets etc, and then forget where they have hidden them. I remember reading a limerick once - I don't know who wrote it - which went something like this:
There once was a man of Blackheath,
Who sat on a set of false teeth;
He jumped up with a start,
And cried from the heart,
"I've bitten myself underneath!"
But to get back to the day in question, when Mrs D. thought her teeth had been stolen. I tried to calm her down, and said I would help her to look when she had finished her coffee and cake. Every time someone came in, she told the story again - getting more and more excited all the time; "There are thieves here in the house - a burglar came when I was sleeping and stole my new teeth - someone will make a lot of money on those teeth - we should call the police!" When she had finished her coffee, I got up to bring her upstairs to look for the missing objects of value. On the way out of the room she saw some dentures lying on an old man's plate. Before I could react, she swooped joyfully onto the teeth and stuffed them into her mouth. Well, she tried, but they didn't fit. The old man sat there staring open mouthed and wide eyed. Mrs D. took the teeth out again, said "Sorry, they're the wrong ones" and went her way.....I saw how the old man reached for his teeth and before he could put them back into his mouth I swooped down on them and grabbed them to disinfect them. This was too much for the poor old boy, who cried out, "Oh, no, not again, another thief! Is nothing sacred in this house?"
Some more early morning photos:
Have a great day, take care,
and thanks for coming by!
